It isn’t like I had it any better,
but a wetter kind of climate
wrapped me up and took me in its throat.
I’ve been fatigued and bloated
since the beginning. I couldn’t tell you
where that is, but you can see it
with your fingers, so go from there.
I’ll take whatever care is necessary
to conceal my withered flesh from you,
my dreamy worm. Other sources
will confirm this, and cause you
great discomfort in so doing.
We’ll be wilted and wooing
the usual suspects in a minute or two.
Now – tilt your head back
and down this moody brew.
Chew the scenery, but don’t swallow.
Wallow in the weaponized filth.
Strange bacteria will keep us
from sleep forevermore.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 